#Mandy totally would but she's a girl

[bubblegumbarbie33]

Don't mind me just thinking about a Hunger Games Gallavich AU

[ayosdesignz-blog]

I think they’ll still keep her around as the sitcom archnemesis. One of my biggest problems with Totally Spies is that it doesn’t too anything substantial to change the formula- the much derided Season 6 is proof of that.

Ok hi 👋 sorry if this response is late I don't get notified of these.

Anywho I take it you're talking about Mandy?

They do. I forget what season I dropped off at when bingeing old episodes to watch the new seasons I hadn't known were real and it is strangely more of the same despite them being in college.

Except they doubled down on a couple of things from what I remember which was:

Jerry being a douche and trying to impose fees and expenses on them out of nowhere when he has the 3 of them, whom are top agents, working for him for free plus unspecified "perks" since they were MINORS and without parental consent on top of that. (The girls managed to wiggle their way out of it tho but they shouldn't have had to)

Mandy is a bigger pain in the butt and is marketing herself as a undefined brand, basically an influencer and is somehow more popular in college than she was in high school which makes that future timeline of a Mandy dictatorship likely to happen on a different route.

They decided to give us another Mandy in the form of her cousin. Mindy. (It's awful how similar they are) But almost cute how genuinely close they seem to be...except they're both still awful ppl.

And I remember feeling like some of the missions they have are repeats from old episodes.

And there seems to be no maturity that sticks.

[cyanityy]

I'm hopping on the Bully OC bandwagon and introducing my Jockie girl - Sonya Schmidt!

As you can tell, she's not your conventional girly cheerleader, in fact, her interests are set on cars, bikes and other such automobiles

Gets along with Mandy out of both spite and fear that she'll reject her from the cheerleading team

because of this, she's constantly correcting her behaviour ["I don't know..blue or pink? maybe pink.."]

Other conversation quotes include: "When will messy buns look chic?" "I'm a total fraud!" "I'd never date a greaser but if I had to choose, it would be..."

Please feel free to interact with her!!

[alotofpockets]

The unexpected gift | Alessia Russo

Pairing: Alessia Russo x Reader

Summary: Meeting Alessia at a bar while she's out celebrating her birthday.

A/n: In honour of Lessi's birthday :)

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 1.5k

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You were looking around the busy bar, trying to find the friends you had arrived with. Only one of them was still sharing the table with you. “Have you seen the rest?” Emma shakes her head, “I saw Lexi leaving with some guy like fifteen minutes ago, and the last time I saw Mandy, she was making out with a girl on the dance floor.” You laugh, “Maybe we should go and find some people too.” You see your friend looking over your shoulder, “I think I found just the right person.” Her face lights up, so you look over your shoulder to see who she’s looking at. You immediately knew who she was talking about, “Em she's totally your type. You should go for it!” You encourage her. “You'll be alright on your own?” You've probably never nodded faster in your life, “Go shoot your shot!” 

Now it was just you. First, another drink, you thought as you got up and headed to the bar. You had never been one to just step up to a girl and shoot your shot, so you were going to need some more liquid courage. What you hadn’t expected was for a girl to literally fall into your arms.

You quickly react and catch her before she falls down completely. “Oh my god, I am so sorry.” The girl starts apologising profusely, her words barely registering as you’re immediately lost in her piercing blue eyes. “It's okay, but you could've just said hi, you know?” The girl visibly relaxes at your joke. “Hi.” She says with a big smile on your face. You went from being mesmerised by her eyes to being mesmerised by her smile. The girl was absolutely stunning, and you thanked the universe that you were the one she fell into. “Hey,” you send her a smile back, “what brings you out tonight?” 

“I’m actually here celebrating my birthday with some of my friends. What about you?” At that the girl in front of you seemed to remember that it wasn’t just the two of you in the room. “That’s so fun, happy birthday! I’m here with a couple of friends too, except they all left to go make out with strangers.” You joke.

Before the blonde could respond, a hand fell onto her shoulder, “Oi Lessi, what’s taking so long?” Lessi, you smile now knowing her name. She nudges her head your way, hoping that her friend would leave her alone. “Oh, I see.” She says with a smirk, as she sees her friend's cheeks flush. The girl looks your way. “What are you drinking?” You give her your drink of choice and thank her before continuing your conversation, “So, Lessi is it?” She holds out her hand, “Alessia actually.” You shake her hand, “Y/n.” You realise you hadn’t let go of her hand yet, so you slowly retract it. “You should join me and my friends.” She said with a smile you couldn’t say no to even if you wanted to. So, when Alessia’s friend presses a drink into your hands, you find yourself following the two to the other side of the bar. 

“Sorry for the wait, but don’t fear Katie is here with the drinks! Also, this is y/n, she’ll be joining us.” You wave to the group as a bunch of hello’s are thrown your way. Since the group was large enough to entertain themselves, Alessia guided you over to a free spot at the table, so you could continue your conversation. “You’ve got quite the group of people here with you.” You comment, looking out over the twenty something girls surrounding you. “Oh yes, I play football, and these are all my teammates. Since we’re such a big group when we all go somewhere, I like to just invite them out instead of having to host this many people at home.” 

She tells you all about football, and her experience playing in the euro’s after you asked for it. You found it adorable that she was so passionate about her sport. You hadn’t even realised an hour had gone by since you had sat down, until one of her friends stood in front of you. “Less, come on, we want to go to the next bar.” The girl was looking at her expectantly, and looked to be very excited for their next step of the night. “You promised us karaoke, now let’s go.” Alessia looks between the two of you, “Okay Beth, calm down. We’ll go to the karaoke bar, tell the girls to get ready, and I’ll be right there.” 

Once Beth turns around you hear her loudly announce to the group that you’re going to the next bar, you smile at her enthusiasm showing so clearly. “She’s really into karaoke, huh?” Alessia laughs, “I think she just enjoys watching everyone embarrass themselves, honestly. Would you want to come with us? I don’t want our time to end yet.” You loved the idea of spending more time with Alessia, so you agreed. “I’m not singing though.” 

You quickly text your friends where you’re going as you were grabbing your coat, before you join Alessia’s friends outside. Alessia wasn’t there yet, so you make small talk with Lia, Vic, and Leah. A few minutes later you saw Alessia approaching, but before she reached you, she tripped over her own feet. Luckily Leah was quick to catch her this time. “That twice now, seems like you really needed some fresh air.” You laugh. “Trust me it’s not just the alcohol, she’s naturally clumsy.” Vic says, earning herself a playful shove from Alessia. 

The karaoke bar was busy, so it took a while before any of the girls got to sing, but the atmosphere in the bar was great. You were dancing and singing along to the music along with the rest of the girls.

Beth, Jen, and Steph, were the first ones up on the stage, performing their rendition of ABBA’s Dancing Queen, they fully let go and belted the lyrics to the audience, and they sang it back just as loud.

As the night went on, you found yourself getting closer and closer to Alessia. Until eventually, her arms were around your waist, while you were swinging to the music together.

You didn’t want the night to end, but the bar was slowly emptying out, and you knew it was going to close soon. “Alright, last song everybody. This is Sweet Caroline performed by the Arsenal Women's team.” The DJ announced. The girls made their way to the stage, and before you had time to resist, you got dragged along with them. 

Blending into the group, you let go and sing along with the words to the song.

Hands, touching hands

Reaching out, touching me, touching you

Sweet Caroline pam pam pam

Good times never seemed so good

You had to admit that that was a lot of fun. 

Once everyone was out of the bar, Alessia took you aside, trying to get away from the loudness of her friends. “I had a lot of fun tonight, thank you for inviting me to join your birthday celebration.” Her smile grows, “Of course, I am so glad that I did. Thank you for a great night. Actually I was wondering if I could see you again sometime, like take you out on a date." She started fiddling with the rings on her fingers, suddenly becoming nervous. So, you take her hand in yours, “I would love to." Her nerves faded away just as quickly as they had appeared. “Yeah? That’s great. Let me get your number.” You put your numbers in each other’s phones. 

“Thanks again for a great night.” Alessia said, taking your hand in hers again. “Likewise, birthday girl.” You’re about to move back to the rest of the group when you get an idea, and turn to Alessia again. “I haven’t given you a birthday gift yet.” Alessia laughs, “I mean I didn’t really give you any notice.” You smile at her quick joke. “That’s okay, I’m great at improvising.” You take a step closer to her, and lean in to kiss her. 

Her lips are soft on yours, and you taste the sweetness of the cocktails she’s been drinking on them. You break the kiss with flushed cheeks from the wolf whistles and cheers coming from the group behind you. So, you lean in to whisper into her ear, “Happy birthday.” 

Your house was only a couple blocks away, but Alessia insisted on you joining her in her Uber, making the driver take an extra stop. “Text me when you get home?” You ask as you get out, and she nods, “I will.” 

When she was alone in the Uber, Alessia starts reminiscing on her birthday. She had a great time with her teammates, and got a lot of great presents. Thought, the unexpected gift of meeting you, was her favourite gift of all.

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[theslushiestnoob]

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American Boy (pt.1)

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Word count: 2.4K

A scene where y/n and Hamzah meet for the first time 💕

English girl reader x hamzah

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The bright city lights of Toronto flashed past me as the taxi barreled down the street, a sense of excitement and nostalgia enveloping me. Arriving in early September was shaping up to be a good decision considering the beauty of autumnal Canada, the reddening leaves curling into themselves, the air cool but the brutish snow not yet setting in.

‘Going downtown, right?’ the taxi driver turned to ask me.

‘Yes please,’ I replied, repeating the name of my friend’s street in affirmation. I had landed from London the day before, and had given myself ample time to settle into my holiday rental before visiting Mandy, a lifelong friend of mine.

Despite the distance between England and Canada, we maintained our close bond through daily video calls and messages. Today would be the first day that I had seen her in nine years, since we were thirteen.

Organising this trip had been half spontaneity and half necessity - I had just completed my English degree at University, and was somewhat dreading beginning my teacher training. It was Mandy who suggested that I take a belated gap year, and within that time visit her in Toronto. It took some convincing, but the weariness from graduating was yet to subside, so it seemed like a good decision to get away. I would be in Canada for two months, a somewhat awkward amount of time - too long to be a mere vacation but far too short to put down any roots - but nonetheless I was excited. The possibility of adventure radiated from the metropolis of Toronto, surprise waiting around the turn of each street corner.

The taxi pulled up to the apartment block, the warm lights emanating from the facade casting a cosy glow into the air. It was the early evening, I was coming over for dinner and to officially meet Mandy’s long-term boyfriend, Martin. Of course, I had heard every detail of their relationship over the phone and had even spoken to him briefly on such a call, so he was not a total stranger. He seemed lovely and made Mandy so happy that I already cared for him vigorously.

I walked up to the third floor of the apartment building and knocked gingerly on the door. Despite how well I knew the girl, I was wracked with nerves. The door swung inwards, and there stood Mandy. Her round face crinkled into a wide smile, her cropped hair framing her soft features.

‘Oh my God!’ She exclaimed, rushing forward to pull me into a tight embrace.

‘I can’t believe you’re here. This is crazy,’ I returned her hug and giggled into her hair.

‘And Christ, you’re tall,’ She leaned back, hands lingering on my shoulders as she appraised me.

‘I know,’ I laughed. She was significantly shorter than me, a fact far less apparent when communicating through a phone screen.

‘I still can’t quite believe that I’m here, to be honest. It’s been so long,’ She began to pull me into the apartment, shutting the door behind me.

‘Argh! I’m so excited. You need to meet Martin.’ The warm smile that enveloped her face at the mention of his name confirmed my affection for him. As if summoned, a tall and slender man appeared from around the corner.

‘Martin! We finally actually meet,’ I say as he throws an arm around both mine and Mandy’s shoulders in a side-hug.

‘Hi! This one here,’ he pauses to give Mandy a tender kiss on the top of her head, ‘hasn’t stopped talking about you for the past week. It’s nice to officially meet you.’ He drops his arm and retreats back into the apartment, beckoning for us to follow.

‘So, Martin’s friend is coming over later to film, I hope that’s alright, but I thought that we could order takeout and watch some trashy TV.’ Mandy says as she walks into the open-plan living area of the apartment, a sleek black kitchen overlooking a cosy living room backed by an exposed-brick wall.

The far wall was entirely occupied by a large window, affording a stunning view of downtown Toronto. Two cats lay sprawled on the yellow plush sofa, and a small Chihuahua sat attentively by Martin’s feet. It was a perfect house, so quintessentially Mandy.

‘Sounds perfect.’ I grinned.

*

‘Oh my God, these people annoy me,’ I say, gesturing toward the TV. ‘Like, why can they never just be nice to one another?’

Mandy giggled, also engrossed in the latest episode of Love Island.

‘I agree, but I don’t think that would be half as entertaining as this trainwreck.’

There was a knock on the door, startling me from my comfy position snuggled into a plush blanket.

‘I’ll get it!’ Yelled Martin from the next room over, followed by the sound of his light footsteps and the door clicking open.

‘Hey, man,’ Martin said.

‘What’s up?’ a voice replied. The voice was deep but honeyed, carrying through the hall to where Mandy and I could hear.

‘His friend’ Mandy mouthed to me. I nodded and looked back to the television screen.

Martin walked back into the room, his friend following behind him.

‘Hi Hamzah,’ Mandy greeted him, smiling as he reached to pat her shoulder affectionately.

‘Hey Mandy,’ he replied, before his eyes flitted to me beside her.

His eyes held an intriguing intensity, as if asking a question. They were a warm, deep brown, and framed by dark eyelashes. His skin was the colour of caramel, his cheeks slightly flushed from the cold air outside. Dark curls framed his angular face, falling just above his thick eyebrows in somewhat unruly ringlets. His lips were plump and pointed, accentuated by a defined cupid's bow. A pair of rectangular glasses sat on the arch of his wide nose, enlarging his already big eyes.

‘This is y/n,’ Mandy said, acknowledging him looking at me. Almost instinctively, Hamzah reached toward his face and whipped off his glasses, shoving them in the back pocket of his dark jeans.

‘Hi, y/n. I’m Hamzah,’ he smiled, holding his hand out for me to shake. I smiled and took his hand, amused by the formal nature of the introduction.

‘It’s lovely to meet you, Hamzah.’

‘England?’ his voice rose at the end of the word, turning it into a question.

‘Uhh…’ I began to stutter

‘Your accent. You’re from England, right?’ He interrupted, an expression of genuine curiosity on his face. He seemed slightly flustered by the blunt delivery of his question.

‘Yeah, um, I’m from London,’ I smiled warmly at his recognition of my accent.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out like that,’ He turned to Martin and smiled, partly for humour and partly for validation that he hadn’t been impolite.

‘You’re not Canadian?’ I ask, ‘You don’t say sorry like Mandy does,’ I point out, pronouncing the word the elongated Canadian way of saw-ree.

He laughed at my impression and Mandy shot me a death glare.

‘No, I’m American, actually. I was raised in Illinois,’ he nodded briskly, and I copied the motion.

He held his dark eyes on me as if appraising me, an indistinguishable look on his face. The prolonged eye contact made my stomach flip, yet I could not tear my gaze away.

‘Dude, we have to go film,’ Martin prompted him.

‘Yeah,’ Hamzah said, breaking the eye contact and turning toward Martin. They both walked out of the room.

I knew of Martin’s job as a YouTuber and had always been intrigued by it. It was every child’s dream growing up, and it was very impressive to me that he made a livelihood out of it. I never found the urge to look him up, though, only knowing the basic facts about his channel, that it was shared between him and a friend - who I now knew to be Hamzah. I also knew that Mandy was a sort of fan-favourite, and that she had started vlogging too. This fact was endearing to me, and I felt a surge of pride when she had told me. Of course she would be a favourite, I thought, who wouldn’t adore her?

Mandy and I returned to Love Island, commenting on the couplings and absurd challenges presented to the islanders, but all the while my mind was drifting to the other room.

*

The show had finished a while ago, so we had turned on some music to listen to while we caught up.

‘I mean it has literally been years,’ Mandy shook her head in disbelief as she said this.

‘It’s so weird, right? Seeing you all grown up in person is surreal. I mean, you’re basically married!’ I replied.

Mandy chuckled and hid her face with her wine glass.

‘What about you? Any men in your life?’ she asked, with a wiggle of her eyebrow.

I felt myself redden as I shook my head.

‘Nope. I was too focussed on school, to be honest. And I’m not really interested in the whole partying thing, so I hardly meet new people my age. But it's fine, I’m happy,’

Mandy looked at me sceptically, before sighing and rubbing my arm.

‘You never know what could happen on this trip,’ she said quietly, and I stiffened.

My mind instantly drifted to Hamzah. I imagined his beautifully rugged face, before dispelling the thought. I looked at the time on my watch and realised how late it had gotten.

‘Oh God, I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow, though?’

‘I’m working the morning, actually, but feel free to come round whenever, someone’s always here.’

As I rose out of my seat, the door to the adjoining room opened. Hamzah walked out of it, laughing with Martin who was following close behind.

‘Are you leaving now?’Mandy asks him as he passes by the sofa.

‘Damn girl, trying so hard to get rid of me,’ he deadpans.

Mandy responds with a withering death stare.

‘But yes,’ Hamzah concludes with a grin. He turns around and hugs Martin, smacking his back as he does so. When he turns again, he locks eyes with me once more. Standing, we are almost the same height, him being maybe an inch and a half taller than me.

‘She was just leaving now, too,’ Mandy says, ‘how did you get here again?’

‘I took a taxi, I’ll just grab another one. It’s only a twenty minute drive,’ I reply, pulling out my phone to call one.

‘Nah, I can drive you, if you want,’ Hamzah says, staring intently into my face, once again with an unreadable expression.

‘Are you sure? I don’t want you to go out of your way,’ I shake my head at the suggestion.

‘Really, it’s not a problem. C’mon, let's go,’ He says, starting for the door.

I turn to Mandy and see a sly grin on her face as she looks at Martin. She embraces me in goodbye, and I turn to follow Hamzah.

*

His car is parked just outside the apartment block, so it’s only a short walk in the whipping cold. Hamzah reaches for a handle and opens it, gesturing me inside.

Confused, I asked him, ‘Am I driving?’

He looked at me quizzically as I realised my mistake.

‘Oh, I forgot that you drive on the wrong side of the road!’ I say, and Hamzah’s face cracks into a grin.

‘You drive on the wrong side of the road, actually,’ he retorts.

I smile at him as I get into the car, glad for the relief from the cold night air.

He walks around the bonnet of the car and gets into the driver’s seat, ducking his head as he bends through the door.

He glances at me self-consciously as he reaches into his back pocket to retrieve his glasses. As nonchalantly as he can, he puts them on with one hand as the other reaches to start the car.

The car jolts into motion, thrumming mechanically beneath me.

‘Music?’ He asks, shooting me a sideways glance.

‘What are the options?’

‘Well, this car is old as fuck so I can only play CDs.’ He gestures for me to open the glovebox in front of me, and I pull out a holographic Disk.

‘Taylor Swift’s Red?’ I ask, narrowing my eyes in amusement.

‘Hey, don’t hate a man for having taste. Besides, it came with the car, so I’m being very frugal,’

‘Okay Mister Happy Free Confused and Lonely At The Same Time. No judgement here. Do you also have a keychain that says ‘fuck the patriarchy’?’

He grins at me and turns to focus on the road as I play the disk, the drums of State of Grace reverberating through the car.

Rain begins to slosh against the windows as the drive continues in silence, an air of awkwardness arising which I feel compelled to break.

‘So, what’s with the glasses?’ I ask.

He instinctively reaches up with his free hand to touch the frames, shooting me a sideways glance.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, you just seem self-conscious about them, but I don’t know why,’ I stare pointedly at him and watch him absent-mindedly fidget with the frames.

‘Uhh… I don’t know, I guess, I don’t wear them often in public,’ He replies, avoiding my gaze.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you out,’ I replied, feeling guilty at the prospect of embarrassing him. ‘I just meant that there's no need to be. They’re cute.’

Hamzah snaps his head to turn to me, his eyebrows scrunched quizzically. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but seemingly decides against it. He returns to staring intensely at the road and the rest of the journey continues in silence, aside from the melody of Taylor Swift’s Treacherous.

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless.

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I hope that you guys enjoy this! Please let me know if you want me to post more, I have written so so much for this fic and am only posting the first scene lol so I have more in the bank 🙈

Have a great day 💕

[storm-angel989]

I love your one-shots about valentino. Can I request a valentino wife one-shot where valentino has a wife who is plus size and insecure about it?

Thank you so much for sending this in!

I actually have doubles of this request in my inbox (kinda sorta) so you’ll get two takes on this! Full disclosure, I am plus sized myself (and an equestrian…makes for a rough go of it during show season) and have struggled with my weight all my life. So much of what you read stem from my own issues and insecurities.

If you also share those issues and insecurities these stories are especially for you! Learning to love yourself at any size is incredibly difficult. But we are totally worthy of self love always. 

<3 Mandy

Standing in front of my full length mirror, I could lose count trying to count the flaws I saw staring back at me. 

Too big of a belly that folded when I sat down.. Thighs that jiggled when I walked. A double chin. I could write a book about how much I hated my appearance. I had struggled with my weight my entire life. A younger version of myself would have literally killed to be thin like the girls in the magazines my mother was constantly leaving around the house. 

It wasn’t as if I wasn’t active. I moved my body- I went to the gym. I did yoga and even ran with my husband on occasion. I set and hit my daily step goal on my VoxTech watch almost every single day. I didn’t eat what I felt was incredibly unhealthy. Sure there were treats here and there, but nothing beyond what everyone else seemed to be enjoying. So why wouldn’t the weight budge? 

My shopping trip from earlier in the day had put me here, staring at the mirror, hating myself even more than I usually did. After unsuccessfully trying to find a comfortable pair of jeans, the salesdemon sneered as I walked out the door.

And she’s married to Valentino? It had to be a joke.  As if he would ever marry a landwhale like that one.  

Anger and shame flooded my face and somehow, I found myself in the diet pill section of the pharmacy.  I stared at the shelves full of promises to lose weight, fast. I had never paid any mind to them before, but the cruel words echoed in my brain. I didn’t want Valentino to be disgusted by my body. Maybe, maybe these would help. 

I took a deep breath as I pulled on my comfortable pajamas and turned away from the mirror. I poured myself a cup of water from the sink and poured several of the large white pills into my hand before placing the bottle back on the counter. I scanned the label as nervousness settled in. The list of potential side effects was a mile long. The suggested dosage was two pills three times a day. I had technically missed the morning dose, so four was what I should take now right? Carefully, I counted out four and swallowed them down then tossed the cup into the garbage 

“Princessa? Are you okay?” Valentino’s voice came from behind me. I jumped and whirled around as he stepped into the bathroom. 

“I’m fine,” I said quickly as I turned towards him.

He leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. “Are you sure, bebita? You’ve been off since you came home from the mall this afternoon.”

I swallowed. Shit. Of course he probably knew. I felt myself turn red and looked down towards the floor. I felt his fingers under my chin as he tilted my head up. 

“Talk to me, beautiful,” he said softly. 

Beautiful. As if. 

“Nothing, Val…I just want to go to bed.” I replied quietly. 

Annoyance crossed his expression for the briefest of of moments. 

“Fine, if you won’t talk, I’ll just have to kiss you until you do,” he said lightly. 

Before I could protest, he swept me off my feet and started to carry me out of the bathroom. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“Valentino stop! You’ll hurt your back!” I protested. 

He stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at me. “Why do you say that my love?” 

“Just put me down before you hurt yourself,” I begged. “Please Val, I…”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on,” he replied simply. “I will stand here and hold you just like this until you talk.” He bent down and kissed my forehead softly. “Please, mi amore. Talk to me. You know I love you.”

I tried to swallow back the tears that threatened to well up. “Why would you ever love a landwhale?” 

Fury spread over his features.  “What the actual fuck, reader?” He growled. “Start talking, now.”

I felt his hands grip me tighter as I laid my head against his chest. Softly I relayed the events of earlier in the day, specifically leaving out the part about the diet pills. As soon as I finished, he turned and carried me over to the bed. 

My pajamas were off before I could protest, and with two hands he pinned me by the shoulders, his bare skin pressed against mine. 

“Now you listen to me and you listen to me well, princessa,” he growled. “I married you. I love you. Your body is perfect and amazing in every single fucking way. Anyone who says wrong is a  jodidamente estúpida ciega. And believe me when I tell you I’ll be handling that fucking cunt tomorrow.” 

His lips pressed against mine and I felt him slowly spread my legs apart. Involuntarily, I let out a moan as he pressed himself inside of me. It took him seconds to bring me to the edge. I thrust my hips forward, desperate for his satiating touch. 

To my dismay, he pulled out. 

“Tell me you believe you’re beautiful,” he demanded with a smirk. “Say the words, “I’m beautiful” and I’ll let you come.”

I swallowed. “V-Val, I…”

I felt his fingers reach down and slowly stroke my clit, bringing me to the edge again. My heart pounded in my chest and  I threw back my head as I  let out a desperate moan.

“Say the words, or I’ll keep you on the edge until you do,” he breathed darkly. “And you know I will.”

Fuck. Yes he would. I knew it. He knew it. There was literally no escaping it.

“Fuck, Valentino fine, I’m beautiful!” I said with a frustrated groan. 

A grin sprawled across his face. “Good girl.” 

He plunged himself inside of me and with the touch of a finger, I exploded around him. 

“Please, Valentino, please come in me,” I begged. “Please, Valentino!” 

“Oh princessa,” he said with a grin. “Don’t rush. We’ve just begun.”

Two hours later, my head was on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart as he held me. 

“You need to understand how much I love you, reader,” he said softly as he pushed back my hair. “I love you, body and soul. I know you struggle with the way you look, and I wish you could see your body the way I see it. I love every inch of it.”

“I have rolls and I jiggle, unlike you with the perfect set of abs and a body to die for,” I grumbled softly. 

He sat up and with a gentle hand, he pushed me down against the pillows and knelt between my legs. 

“I love every inch of you,” he said softly as he bent over and pressed his lips against the inside of my thigh.  “I love the way your body moves, mi amore.” 

“V-Valentino?”

Slowly, his lips pressed up my body and paused just below my belly button as his hands fell to my hips. “Your tummy is perfect in every single way. I love that someday, you will carry our child safely inside of you.” 

“Val, I…”

He ignored me and leaned up, pressing his lips to my chest, one tit at a time. “And these? Oh bebita, I want nothing more than to see you naked, waiting for me in bed each and every night.” He pressed his lips to mine. “And to see those pretty eyes looking back at me with nothing but love.” 

Our eyes met and I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. Carefully, he lowered his head against the center of my chest and closed his eyes. 

“I love that your heart beats only for me, cariño.” He said softly. 

I looked down at him and suddenly, his smile shifted to a frown. 

“I don’t love that though,” he said as he pushed himself up. 

I looked at him in confusion.  “What’s wrong?” 

“Just take a deep breath for me,” he said sharply as he titled my head up. He pressed two fingers against my neck and looked at the clock across the room. 

I felt my heart skip a beat and apparently, he did too.

“Do you feel okay?” He asked after a moment. “Your heart rate is high- really high. Like I should take you to the hospital level high.”

Now that he mentioned it, I did feel a little lightheaded. My mind flashed back to the diet pills I had taken and the warning labels I ignored. I went to sit up and he pressed his hand on my shoulder. 

“No, lay down. Slow, deep breaths,” he said firmly. “I’m going to take your blood pressure and then…”

“I took something,” the words rushed out of my mouth. “They’re in the bathroom, white bottle, am I going to die?”

Valentino gave me a look and stood up as he made his way into the bathroom. When he returned a moment later, he was in his black and red bathrobe, the bottle of diet pills in one hand and a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff in the other. 

“How many did you take?” He demanded as he slid my arm inside the cuff. “Tell me true, because that’s going to determine what I give you to counteract them.” 

“Wait, Val, I-” 

“Diet pills, are you fucking stupid?” he interrupted angrily. “Fuck, you can die if you take these. Not even if you take them wrong, they speed up your heart rate and are hard on your internal organs as a whole. Now be quiet.” 

The look he gave me sent me silent. I cringed as the cuff grew tighter around my arm and I felt the cool disk press against my skin. Finally, he deflated it and pulled away. 

“Not heart attack level but certainly much higher than it should be. Give me your wrist. The one with the tracker on it.” 

Hesitantly, I lifted my wrist up and handed it to him. 

He fiddled with the watch for a moment and glanced at me. “Fair warning, Vox probably already knows. I would if I was paying any fucking attention to my watch or my phone. It sent an instant alert. I’ll text Vox now and tell him I have it under control before he barges down here.” 

“Are you…are you mad at me?” I asked softly. 

He sighed but leaned over and kissed my forehead. “No my love. You scared me- I love you too much to lose you and it makes me afraid that you’ll harm your body trying to make it fit into some asinine image. I love you and I love your body, and I will love you no matter what size you are. Always.”

A knock on the door and he stood up. I closed my eyes. I believed he loved me, I believed he loved my body but…still there was this doubt, this tiny fear that being my size would someday turn him off. He spent his entire day being surrounded by beautiful, thin models- perfect porn stars. Why would he love me? 

“Bebita, what are you thinking about? Talk to me,”

Valentino said softly. “Talk to me.” 

“Val you’re surrounded by pretty, thin models and actors and beautiful people all day long. I don’t fit that mold. So why…why are you okay with my body?” I asked. 

Valentino was quiet for a moment. Silently, I watched as he filled a syringe with liquid from a vial. He injected a large vial with the liquid and then set it down. 

“Reader. I married you because I love you. Who you are as a person. I couldn’t care less what size you are- it’s who you are. And the people who work for me? They don’t do for me what you do. They’re nothing more than merchandise.” He reached over and rested two fingers against my neck as he stared at the clock. “If I let you in my studio you would see just how incorrect your statement is. Not all my models are the same size. Some are plus sized, not unlike you. Some are thinner. Some are shorter. Some are taller. The difference is that I love you. And that includes the body you live in. So please, mi amore- don’t punish yourself or the body you live in. It’s the only one you will ever have and it’s the one that I love, because it holds you.”

I sat up and wrapped my arms around him. He held me quietly and after a moment tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. 

“The next time someone- anyone- makes you feel bad about the way you look, come find me. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Valentino,” I said softly. 

He kissed me softly. “Good. Now take a deep breath. I hate to do this, but I’ve got to counteract the cocaine you took.” 

My stomach dropped. “I took what now?” 

He shrugged. “Diet pills aren’t exactly regulated. And unfortunately those pills were a solid mix of a bunch of different drugs.” He turned away and lifted the syringe and vial.

I watched as he pulled the liquid into the syringe with a practiced hand.

 “Deep breath. I only want to do this once,” he said as he snapped on a pair of gloves. “And you might want to look away.” 

I closed my eyes tightly. The feel of the cold alcohol. His soft command to relax. His hands as they pressed against the crook of my arm as he felt for the vein. A pinch and then a kiss. 

“All done mi amore,” he said gently. “Open your eyes.” 

“Will I be okay?” I asked anxiously. 

“This time, yes. Next time you might not get so lucky,” he said as he snapped his gloves off. 

I threw myself at him and he wrapped me in his arms. 

“I love you. All of you. Now. Forever. Always. Don’t you dare forget that.” He said softly. “No matter what size you are.”

[vampkittyxoxo]

HI!! I was wondering if you could write romantic general hcs for Chester? Any pronouns r swell! Im sorry if im not very detailed with my description! My english is very mediocre 😓

Yes of course! Your English is great don’t worry love

★・・・・・・★

Chester general relationship headcanons

★・・・・・・★

~ The obvious: Pranks. He is always finding *some* way to annoy you, some way to mildly inconvenience you, or some way to get your attention besides saying your name.

~ He would totally post videos of his pranks on you to his (dying) YouTube channel (with your permission). They only get about 4 likes and two comments but he thinks he’s famous.

~ His enthusiasm with you gets turned up tenfold. It’s genuinely impressive how hyperactive he can get, especially if you reciprocate the energy.

~ This also means that when he gets sleepy, he gets *sleepy*. From the first initial yawn, there is about ten minutes until he is out cold. He spends those ten minutes bugging you to cuddle with him, even if you’re busy.

~ He prefers little spoon, but doesn’t mind big spoon whenever you ask. He just likes feeling protected and snug.

~ One of his favorite activities to do with you is sit around all night, watching whatever silly things you can find on YouTube or other services, all while eating whatever junk you two can scavenge. Late night 7/11 runs are a must for him.

~ On occasion, especially the days he’s missing you or just utterly love struck, he’ll write you about an entire essay about how much he loves and adores you. It’s very detailed and honestly impressive it came from him. If he’s apart from you, it’ll be through text, but he tries to write them by hand more often.

~ If you’re ever worried about Mandy, she’s gone in the blink of an eye. Chester won’t fight you over other girls, he genuinely only has eyes for you. He can’t afford to lose you over some chick that he works with.

~ Even if you don’t live together, he gladly helps you with chores and other maintenance needed.

~ I could imagine you and him laying in bed at 3 am, pitch dark room, and the only thing you can see or hear is his Instagram reels. Even if you’re trying to sleep, he’ll find a way to watch them. He’d always let you watch with him, though.

~ He tries his absolute best to make and keep you happy, even if his pranks can be a little… difficult to deal with. He always knows when to stop though, and knows just how to cheer you up after. He’s a good man.

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Sorry if this was a little short, I didn’t add much about meeting him as compared to my other headcanons. I hope this was good!

[theangelcatalogue]

YANDERE MANDY HEADCANONS! || ☆!

⭑ Romantic!

⭑ Gender Neutral!

⭑ Characther and Fandom: Mandy - Totally Spies

⭑ TW: POSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, YANDERE/YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MANIPULATIVE BEHAVIOR, BULLYING, DELUSIONAL BEHAVIOR, GUILTY TRIP, OBSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, OUT OF CHARACTHER(?), BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR AND MADE BY A MINOR!!! SKIP THIS IF YOU WANT!! PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED SOMETHING

★ -> Mandy is manipulative, jealous, controlling, possesive, attention seeker and maybe flirty and delusional? Anyways she is a pain in the ass

☆ -> Let's start with jealous, she is jealous of most people you talk to! God help you if you are Clover's, Alex's and Sam's friend

" Y/N!!! HOW MANY TIME I SAID TO NOT TALK AND WALK WITH THESE LOSERS!?!? "

★ -> Yeah, for her any friend of yours, maybe anyone who talks to you but it's not her, it's a loser

☆ -> Attention seeker, maybe kinda delusional and clingy, she wants you to praise her and hang out with her most of the time, she carrys you around like some toy and always talk with you about everything, and sometimes she talks bad about people you talk to

★ -> And when you say to her to stop, she always looks confused like she did nothing wrong or says to you

" OH??? IF YOU LIKE THESE LOSERS SOOO MUCH! GO TALK TO THEM! "

" Yeah? Okay! " *Walking away*

" WAIT COME BACK- "

☆ -> She calls you for so many dates and random hang outs that most of your time in school and out of school, Mandy is with you!

★ -> If any boy or girl haves a crush on you, she will make sure to humiliate that person, and everytime you and her(In case Mandy) are talking and plan to hang out, Mandy will look at that person that haves a crush on you with a smirk, like some sort of villain

☆ -> Of course she does that while you not looking or when you in the place, even if you got her doing that, she will make it again and make sure you don't got her(Again...)

" You really think Y/N really likes you? That they would hang out with you!? OMG THAT'S FUNNY!!! "

★ -> She keeps you away of your friends, sometimes she just go where you and your friends are and just leave with you

☆ -> And when you ask why she is doing that, she just give some excuse or just says something like

" Look Y/N! You don't understand! Im just doing because i want the best for you! I love you and you know that right? "

★ -> Resume: guilty trip and manipulation

☆ -> And she even uses her two friends(that it don't remember the name-) to help her and convice her, of course one of them already tried to talk to Mandy about this behavior

" Mandy don't you think you going...to far? "

" What!? Of course not! Why? Do you think i am crazy or something!? "

" No i just- "

" So do what i asked you to! "

★ -> She always tries to impress you cause guess what? Yeah she wants your attention, she just loves it when you praise her

☆ -> And when you not impressed or maybe even stand up by yourself, she gets angry and confused, you don't love her!? You not impressed!? She is pretty, rich, (don't) haves a wonderful personality, everyone loves her and finds her amazing!

★ -> She won't give up of you! She always got what she wants!

☆ -> And she wants you!

★ -> And it will have a point that she won't care anymore if you hate her!

☆ -> Love her or Hate her

★ ->  Both are in hers favor

☆ -> if you love her, she will always be in your heart!

★ -> if you hate her, she will always be in your mind

✦ - Surprise songs! -> 🍬 🕶 👯‍♀️

✦ - NOTES!!

✮ SORRY THIS WAS TO SHORT!!! TRYING TO WRITE WITH CREATIVE BLOCK AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH JSKKSKWKWKLQPQPWSHSHSIWOWKSKSKSKKSKALSKSKSKAKOA ✮

✮ I love Totally Spies ✮

✮ Idk what to say, just a random hc ✮

✮ Who loved the Shakespeare quote??? ✮

✮ Anways my birthday is close :3 ✮

✮ *Sends a virtual hug for you* Ily you guys! Ty for reading <3

[mouseymilkovich]

Nicotine & Tangerines | Carmandy | Chapter One

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Fic Summary: Mandy always had one absolute top rule that sat above all else for her line of work — never fall in love with a client. Though when she gets hired to be a companion for chef Carmen Berzatto, that proves to be easier said than done.

Chapter Summary: Richie introducing Carmy to a mysterious girl he claims is a close friend, when in reality, Mandy was hired by Richie to keep Carmy company— what could possibly go wrong? | Carmy Berzatto x Mandy Milkovich — The Bear x Shameless Crossover

Content Tags: Claire mentioned a few times, lil bit of drinking, Mandy has a switchblade, anxiety Carmy duh

Important Info: Generally takes place in the time of The Bear S3 and onward (obviously a few years after Shameless atp)

Chapter One: Scar-Crossed Lovers

Word Count: 2.5k

It was early in the morning, Mandy was on one of her days off. She'd just landed back in Chicago the night before, and was checked in at a nice hotel. She checked her business email, as she did even on her off days, and noticed an email from a Richard Jerimovich.

SUBJECT: New Client

Miss Milkovich,

My name is Richie Jerimovich, and I was wondering if you did long-term work in companionship? My friend's been lonely and frankly a little mean since his relationship ended and he stopped smoking. In short, he's been a fucking asshole, pardon my language.

I think you'd be excellent company for him. You seem, for lack of a better term, like a total badass. He needs someone like that, someone who won't take his shit like the big fucking baby he is — pardon my language... again.

Anyways, if you're interested, please get back to me ASAP so we can make our arrangements. I don't want him to know I'm doing this, I want this to seem like it's happening naturally. He'd probably ring my neck if he knew I was hiring someone for him.

Thank you for reading,

Richard Jerimovich

Well, that was certainly... odd. Still, a client was a client, so it was worth checking out. To be fair, she'd done weirder for clients before... so, this was one of the more tame requests she'd gotten... some people were absolute freaks.

Mandy looked into Richie online, he seemed like a legitimate person, so she emailed back.

SUBJECT: RE: New Client

Hi Mr. Jerimovich,

Thank you for reaching out! I'd be glad to meet up with you to discuss further details about being a companion for your friend.

I'm currently staying at the Ritz-Carlton, I would be more than happy to meet at the bar there to discuss over drinks. I'm free this evening around 7pm if you'd like to come then.

Hope to see you then,

Mandy Milkovich

So, the time was set. Richie had agreed to meet Mandy that night, and they discussed the details of the whole thing. The whole "being hired for companionship" thing wasn't a foreign concept to Mandy, she'd done it a few times before, but it like Richie mentioned, he was after something more long-term for this friend of his.

"You seem like a real classy gal, Mandy." Richie commented with a little smile, sipping a whiskey.

"Would you believe I'm from the south side?" Mandy asked with a little laugh.

Richie nearly spit out his drink. "No shit? That's impressive, seein' someone from the south side get to the level you have. Don't see that very often."

"I know!" Mandy laugh. "Usually all you hear about is the bad."

"Very true." Richie laughed softly.

"Especially with my family — christ, extra especially my older brother, Mickey..."

After some more small talk, it was time to make concrete plans for the next day. It was simple; Mandy was to go to The Bear as a "special guest" of Richie's, he'd introduce her to Carmy, she'd hang around for dinner service afterwards.

┈

The morning of, it was go time. Mandy got ready, heading towards the restaurant. The area looked vaguely familiar to her — but, this was the city she grew up in, so almost everything looked vaguely familiar.

Inside the restaurant, Richie was hyping Carmy up to meet the "special guest" in question.

"What kinda special guest are you talkin' about, Rich?" Carmy muttered, prepping for the night's new menu.

"She's a classy gal, an old friend of a friend. You don' know her." Richie said with a casual shrug. "She'll be here any minute to meet'cha, Carm."

"If you're trying to set me up on a blind date, cousin, I swear to fuckin'—"

"Relax, cousin! Not a blind date." Richie replied, tossing his hands up in defense. It wasn't technically a lie.

Mandy was let into the restaurant, wearing a nice but casual dress, heels that would've made her tower over Carmy — though, she was already taller than him.

"Ah! There she is!" Richie said, waving to her from the window that separated the kitchen and dining room. "Mandy!"

The moment Mandy walked into the kitchen and saw Carmy, she practically felt her heart stop. No way.

"What the fuck?" She whispered, eyeing Carmy cautiously.

Richie and Carmy exchanged a glance, then Richie smiled nervously at Mandy.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Is this some... cruel fucking joke or something?" Her words were cold and bitter, something Richie hadn't expected, and it confused the hell out of Carmy.

Neither of them had any idea what she was talking about.

"Hello?! Seriously, what the fuck?! Lip, what the hell kind of shit are you trying to pull, here?!" Mandy demanded, eyes like daggers as she stared at Carmy.

"Um, Lip?" Carmy asked, sounding and looking so genuinely confused. "Who... what are you talking about?"

"Lip Gallagher, I know that fucking face anywhere." She spat back. "You're seriously telling me that you're not him?"

"Mandy Milkovich, meet Carmen Berzatto." Richie intervened, motioning calmy to Carmy. "We've never heard of this 'Lip Gallagher' guy, sweetheart, honest."

Mandy groaned and took out her phone. She dug for a minute, finding an old picture of her and Lip together.

Carmy's eyes widened in surprise when he looked at the picture. "That's... freaky. But, uh, I'm... pretty sure I was in Copenhagen, whenever this was taken."

"Well, this is sufficiently awkward." Richie muttered.

The awkwardness was broken by Sydney, who came with printed out versions of the night's menu and placed them in front of Carmy.

"Here you go, chef." She nodded, then looked at Mandy. "Who's this?"

"Syd, this is Mandy Milkovich. Old friend of a friend, I was introducing her to Carm." Richie muttered, then looked at Sydney for a moment.

"Seriously, am I on fucking Punk'd or something?" Mandy asked, reaching in the front of her dress and pulling something out—

Oh, that's a switchblade.

"Woah, woah! Sweetheart, no need to pull out the weapon, it's okay!" Richie responded quickly, putting himself between Carmy and Mandy. "You're not on an episode of Punk'd. I promise ya, we do not know who this Lip Gallagher guy is."

Mandy eyed Carmy carefully over Richie's shoulder. "What's my little sister's name?"

"Uh... what?" Carmy stammered, peering out from behind Richie like a scared little kid.

"Lip would know the name of my little sister." Mandy stated, eyes narrowed as she studied Carmy.

"Uhm... I... I dunno... uhm... Maxine?" Carmy stammered once more. His expression showed sincerity, he truly did not know the answer.

Mandy sighed, putting her switchblade back in her bra. "Okay, okay... I'm sorry."

"Hey, uh, Syd, come help me with somethin' in the back." Richie muttered to a confused Sydney, then ushered her out of the kitchen quickly.

The tension in the air was palpable once Mandy was alone with Carmy. She eyed him carefully, up and down, studying every angle of him that she possibly could.

"So... this... um, Lip guy... he, uh, really did a number on you up, huh?" Carmy asked, his tone soft yet curious. "Given the way you... reacted."

"You... could say that. Our history is a little... messy." Mandy muttered in response, then sighed. "Okay, a lot messy."

Carmy nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "So... seeing me..."

"A little fucking freaky, yeah." She laughed softly, then took a deep breath. "So you... don't know the Gallaghers... like, at all?"

"The name doesn't ring a bell... if Richie doesn't know them, then I definitely don't. Richie usually knows fuckin' everybody." Carmy shrugged, then scanned the table of food he'd made.

Mandy followed Carmy's eyes as he went over the dishes he'd prepared. She smirked a little bit after a moment. "Yknow, I guess I should've known you aren't Lip. He can't cook to save his fucking life. He can maybe operate a toaster, if he's lucky."

Carmy cracked a smile, then pushed a dish over to Mandy. "Here, taste this. Tell me what you think."

"This looks incredible. You sure you aren't an artist?" Mandy asked with a soft laugh as she took a fork to the plate of prepped food.

"Well, cooking is sort of an art, if you think about it. Presentation is a part of it, if you watch any cooking show, people are always docked points for bad presentation. It's part of the experience—"

Carmy's rambling was cut off by Mandy letting out a delighted moan from the food. His cheeks went a little pink.

"This is amazing." She commented, looking at him with a little smile. "Seriously, like... I think this is better than anything I've ever had before."

Upon Mandy naming a familiar restaurant in New York, Carmy smiled a little — only at the comment of the food being good, not at the awful memories of that place, the memories of David Fields. "I worked there."

Mandy looked surprised, eyeing Carmy curiously. "You worked in New York City?"

"I've been all over. Here, Paris, Copenhagen, California, New York... lot to learn about food, yknow?" He hummed as he carefully inspected one of his dishes closer.

"So... what the hell brought you back to Chicago?" Mandy asked, her interest was piqued beyond just getting to know him for the reason Richie hired her. "You've been so many beautiful places."

"My... brother... um, he..." Carmy trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

Mandy's gaze softened a little as she looked at the way he'd reacted to the question. She knew all too well about the struggles of having brothers... "It's okay if you don't wanna tell me, yknow."

"Well, uh, he... kinda... killed himself." He muttered softly. "And this place used to be The Original Beef of Chicagoland—"

"No shit?! This place used to be The Beef? Your brother was Mikey?" Mandy asked, eyes going a little wide.

Carmy looked surprised, to say the least. "Um... yeah. You knew him?"

"Well, I met him like... once. One time, my brother Mickey went to juvie for a couple months cus he did some property damage at school. When I picked him up, we went to The Beef for lunch— and I'd completely forgotten my wallet." She explained with a little laugh. "And Mickey didn't have shit on him, he just got out of fucking juvie! So I was freaking out... and Mikey said it was on him. He could see we were a little... roughed up. It was really nice of him... I wish I'd gotten to come back before he passed away... I'm really sorry."

"I-It's okay— I mean, it's not okay, but I'm getting better every day... yknow, that one step at a time, day by day, kinda bullshit." Carmy muttered softly.

"I get it... mourning shit is hard." She reassured, gaze softening as her eyes met Carmy's.

He definitely looked like Lip, there was no denying that. But the longer she spent looking at him, the more she took in how different he seemed from her ex. Of course, Mandy knew Lip wasn't a totally bad guy, he wasn't the worst person in the world, she knew worse — but there was something in Carmy's aura and general demeanor that was different. She had to remind herself though, Carmy was a client.

"So, um, did Richie offer you a table for tonight?" Carmy asked, breaking the silence between them.

"He did. I'm really looking forward to what's in store." Mandy smiled softly. "He told me you changed the menu every night... is that... how the hell do you keep up with doing that?"

"Practice. Lots of practice." Carmy responded casually. It seemed like he really knew what he was doing, though on the inside he was an anxiety-ridden mess.

┈

By the time everybody was calling for doors, Richie had Mandy seated at her table. She sat alone, but she was fine with that— she never minded a little alone time once in a while. Besides, it gave her time to think about Carmy a little more.

Meanwhile, Carmy tried to focus on the kitchen. He was doing expo tonight— but it was hard, his mind was now stuck on Mandy. She was... charming, in her own right, if a little intimidating. Something about the whole thing with the switchblade and her sense of self, something about their paths unintentionally crossing in the past without them even knowing it...

"Chef?" Sydney asked, nudging Carmy and snapping him from his thoughts. "You look distracted. Do you need me to take over expo?"

"Huh? No— no, I'm fine, chef, sorry." Carmy muttered softly. "Um, would anybody mind if I served a dish tonight?"

Sydney raised her eyebrow at Carmy. He hadn't done that since the soft open with Claire.

"Are you sure, chef?" She asked carefully, trying to gage his reaction.

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure." Carmy muttered. "Let me know when her dish is ready, I wanna serve it to her."

"Okay, okay— heard, chef." Sydney nodded, quickly going back to her station.

Mandy's order was up, and Carmy took a deep breath. "Sydney, on expo for a few minutes please."

"Yes, chef." She nodded, switching places with Carmy as he took the plate of food.

Carmy took a deep breath— he wanted to impress Mandy, but not make the same mistakes he made with Claire. Internally, he kept reapeating the same thing, "Don't fuck up, don't fuck up, don't fuck up—"

"Hi, Carmy." Mandy greeted with a little smile when she saw him arrive with her dish. "Didn't know I'd get the pleasure of having my food served by the man himself."

"Oh, um, yeah, I thought it'd be... nice..." Carmy muttered nervously, but forced a little smile.

"You, uh, seem a little nervous there, Carm. Everything okay?" Mandy asked softly as her plate was set before her.

"Last time I served someone a dish personally... things went south." He sighed softly, but smiled a little again at Mandy. "But, um, I hope you enjoy."

"I'm sure I will. I'll hang around after to give you my thoughts." She gave a reassuring smile, it sent a flutter to Carmy's chest— he hadn't felt that in a while.

Once he was back in the kitchen, he went back on expo, dismissing Sydney, determined to not have a repeat of friends and family night. "Thank you, chef."

Thankfully, the rest of the night went more smoothly. Carmy's mini-chat when serving Mandy her entrée somehow calmed him down enough for the rest of service. It was a difference that everybody noticed, especially Richie— his plan was working.

Richie brought Mandy to the back of the restaurant to clear her table, she hung out until everything was closed for the night.

"Um, does anybody mind if I cut out?" Carmy asked.

Richie perked up before anybody else could respond. "Go on, cousin. We got it."

Every single other staff member looked at Richie in absolute shock— what?

But Carmy just smiled at Richie, then grabbed his things from his locker. He went to where Mandy was waiting, by the back exit, and took a deep breath.

"Um, would you... like to... go on a walk... maybe?" Carmy asked bashfully, glancing up at Mandy.

Mandy smiled a little, and nodded. "I'd like that."

As they walked out, Richie silently celebrated— and Sydney looked immensely confused. What in the hell was Richie up to?

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[littlenahsstuff]

Liar

Amanda Young x Reader

Warnings: blood, gore, angst, betrayal, choking, sad with a happy ending, slow, mentions of character death, self harm, blades, anxiety, longer fic, pov shifts kinda, also it’s mainly Amanda’s pov just cuz

Summary: you find out Amanda is a serial killer the hard way, by falling into a trap she made. You survive but does your relationship?

A/n: suggestions are welcome as long as they’re nice, also not proofread

Amanda missed another one of your dates because of her job, which, you don’t know anything about. You were hoping she was just some high level agent if you were being honest. It would explain the natural muscles and bad-assery that was your girlfriend. That’s also why she keeps getting cuts and bruises you tell yourself.

You at least knew that they weren’t from self harm, they were too scattered to be from that and you can somehow tell when Amanda hides self harm scars. It’s like a sixth sense, telling when she’s in danger.

You got the feeling more than you’d like too, but it was a little different when it was caused by Amanda herself. She seems more satisfied with herself sadly.

You just want your precious girl to be happy and safe, even if it’s only been a couple of months she’s your entire world. It just kinda happened but at this point in your life Amanda was the only person you talked to other than the occasional phone call from an old friend once a year. You were just floating right now with Amanda being your rock to tie you down and you, hers.

You convinced her to go on anxiety medication. Well, she refused to get a prescription (she can’t go to the doctors after Dr. Gordon) so she kinda shares your prescription both well aware that’s not a good idea but it does seem to help her and you would do anything for her.

The downside is you aren’t taking your prescribed amount and your next appointment to try and up the dosage, so one pill does the trick for both of you when you split it in half, is months away. You yourself are falling, you can feel it. You keep telling yourself that you gotta just wait it out and take it one day at a time for Amanda.

Right now you’re driving home from work in the rainy city. Your apartment is not Amanda’s yet but what little free time she has away from work is spent there so it might as well be.

A particular bolt of lightning hits a little too close for your liking and the booming thunder after it chills you to your bone. You don’t feel so good.

You try to just focus on what’s ahead while steadying your breathing. Traffic is light on the outskirts of the city, the small complex is right on the town line in a small patch of woods next to one of the parks.

You hate outside dark, outside dark is open and anything could surround you on all sides. You run up to your floor and flick on the lights but to no avail the darkness still remains. Your stomach is tight as a knot at this point, really wishing the owner allowed candles or that you had remembered to buy more batteries for the flashlight.

You grumbled to yourself, thinking you should just go to bed early. So feeling your way through the pitch black apartment, you stumbled a total of three times and now have a stubbed toe. It was a great fucking night that’s for sure.

Your bed offered little to no relief on your aching post-work back but the exhaustion was taking over rapidly. You shuffled a little to get comfy but then heard a creak of a floorboard.

“Hello?” You called out. Nobody answers, why would they. “Mands is that you? Come on you know how scared I get babes. Not the time to do this shit,” no response and yet another creak. You were still though, it couldn’t have been the bed which never makes much sound anyways. You sat up now and try to train your eyes to the darkness, no moonlight was there to help.

You frantically open the drawer to your dresser and procure a weapon Mandy gifted you for protection, boy were you great full now. You couldn’t tell where the thing or person was so you waved it about hoping it would get them.

Your eyes started to adjust and you saw a figure in the corner, once it realized you could see it, it lunged forward at you, sticking you with what you assume was an anesthetic by the lightheaded feeling making it hard for you to push them off. Your screams were muffled with a hand, you tried to bite them but it felt like you were swimming in syrup. Eventually everything just stopped as you lulled backwards.

The figure swooped you over their shoulder and took you out of your apartment, stuffing you in the trunk of a car pulled of to the back of the building.

Amanda’s POV:

She really did feel awful that she had to cancel another date, she knew that whenever she did you just stayed at work later in hopes to distract yourself. She knew you understood but if you knew what was really happening she’s not sure the understanding would still apply.

John called her in with a special request, no details were given about this person and she wasn’t even the one to kidnap them. All she had to do was come up with a new trap. She thought it was like a test to see if her engineering skills have gotten better as well as her “moral” compass. John always was better at tinkering than her and John had found out about her previous unwinnable games so this was most likely just a checkin to see if she would deter again from the purpose.

She blames herself, if she didn’t get all trigger happy with the traps she wouldn’t be missing another date night. She triple-checked to make sure this game was beatable but not too easy, John doesn’t like it when they are too hard orrrr to easy. It was a comfortable in between but definitely still very much challenging. Whoever plays it would have to give up a lot of blood to live if they aren’t careful. It was a solo game, that’s all that was required for this one.

She really hoped that this would be done quick. So while the trap might have been beatable, the timer was set to go off probably fifteen minutes before it should. Good luck to whoever plays this, she hopes they’re pretty bad or else the guilt will eat at her for the rest of the month. Sometimes John picked stupid targets that didn’t do anything bad necessarily as much as he believes it with his “solid” ideals. Maybe after John dies she can hand everything over to mark and move far away from this hell city with you. As much as she wants to, she needs to take care of John for the time being. He’s practically her father at this point.

With the trap finally finished she hands it over to Mark who’s been oddly quiet in the corner. He had a smug expression nobody liked, he was up to something.

“Hope you didn’t make this one unbeatable,” he laughs. He never cared if they were or not before so she’s a little put off, assuming he’s just teasing her for her screw up with John.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mutters and turns around to pick up her stuff. She just wants to get home to you so bad.

“Hold up,” Mark stops her, “John wants you to watch live with him. She groans in response.

“Fine let’s get this over with,” and with that they leave.

It was the same old set up, a rusty building. She definitely didn’t like the idea of having to get a tetnus shot. She hates needles, preferring to sedate people using chloroform or with blunt force to the back of the head.

She split ways with mark, her going to the observing room where John was already.

“Hello Amanda,” he croaked smugly.

“What is with you and Mark, you guys act like you just got the president?”

“They certainly are important but no, they are not the president. I can’t wait to see your work on them, I’m sure after our talk this trap will be exemplary?” He tilts his head upwards. She awkwardly laughs, his questioning gaze makes her slightly uncomfortable.

“Should be,” she mutters.

“Well then let’s begin.” She turns on the cameras to see marks back covering the kidnapped. She yawns but when he moves away it cuts off with a choke. She really hopes her eyes are deceiving her, she still can’t see much of the face but everything else looks exactly like what you were wearing this morning. They really need better cameras but money is tight in the Jigsaw business.

“So, I didn’t ask before but what’s the name of this one?” She starts to panic, please don’t say your name, please.

“I thought you’d recognize Y/n?”

Everything shatters, she doesn’t know what you could have possibly done to deserve this so she assumes it’s her fault for going against orders.

“John please, you and I both know she doesn’t deserve this. She isn’t cruel I would know she tells me everything, I put a tracker on her all she does is go to work!” She’s pleading for your life right now.

“I know, this is for you though. Even if she has done nothing she lacks the understanding you and I have of our message. The only way to understand is through this method. If she doesn’t make it out than she’s not worth it anyways, she didn’t fight hard enough for you.” His explanation makes sense but what happens when you don’t. She already knows you’d fight for her as hard as you could, she doesn’t need proof of that. And honestly she was content on hiding this part of her life from you forever.

Oh god, you must have been so scared, your about to be terrified when you wake up. She’s torn, she could get you and risk everything, Mark would kill both of you anyways and John might let it happen too. She has to painfully wait it out.

“I can see your worried, rightfully so, this is good. I promise. We do good for the world, and I’m doing good for you.” She wants to strangle him but she just breaks down sobbing. She sees you moving on the monitor in the corner of her eye and her breath hitches; you’re awake.

Mark had left the room and made no attempt at sticking around. He probably went home like the two of you should have.

She didn’t want to watch but she needed to see how you progressed. There was a collar on you’re neck that squeeze a millimeter tighter every five minutes, which originally would have killed you in an hour but she adjusted it so it gave you forty-five minutes. It’s incredible how cruel life can be. She threatened somebody’s life more just to get to you but now she might not get to you because it’s you who might die.

There was no audio but she could see all of the panic by the way you tensed, she would hate herself forever. You were not completely an idiot, thankfully. You checked all around you immediately and then found an envelope eventually in your pocket. The next thing you found was the tape recorder taped on the underside of an old table.

She had no idea what it said or how helpful the hints would be. She always debriefed John on how to disable the traps because his favorite thing was to record those tapes, so she let him. Her stomach jolted when she remembered your device cut into your neck as well. It wouldn’t draw blood until the thirty minute mark but blood loss was an added motivator to get the player to hurry up. She could tell you wanted to throw up when you heard something specific on the tape. Most likely that you would need to mutilate yourself more to find the key hidden inside your body. She had no idea where mark put it but she did know that your entire body had to be cut so you wouldn’t be able to tell exactly where it was put in your body just by looking.

You were then most likely searching for something sharp to preform the painful process of self-mutilation. She knew that the key would be put somewhere easily accessible at least given the time limit. You found a knife behind a pipe and you stared at it.

You hesitated, now what not the time for contemplation, Y/n.

She saw you sit on the ground and feel around for any foreign objects under your skin, when you paused and then continued to feel a specific spot right over your heart she went whiter than she had been.

“I didn’t tell him to put it there,” John muttered. He wasn’t worried for you but maybe a little for Amanda’s sanity. He thought she would be handling this better, he had to remind himself that this was in her best interests. He needed to make sure you were perfect for his little girl.

She just stared blankly at the screen. It had been 25 minutes already, you had just enough time to gauge the key out but you were looking worse for wear and had to be very careful with the cutting. You now had your shirt off and we’re biting down on it as the blade sliced your skin where the cut already was. You were shaking, barely managing to get the key.

By the time you got it out it was only 2 minutes left which you used to unlock the death collar. You threw it with whatever might you had left to the other side of the room.

When the timer was finally up the collar snapped tightly together. You where bleeding everywhere, but still stood back up to greet Billy the Puppet as he wheeled in to the now open door. Again she had no idea what he was saying to you but you looked right at the camera and ran out the door. She could hear your footsteps come closer to her room.

You burst in with a newfound strength and yelled as well as you could with a sliced neck,

“Amanda are you okay, oh my god I was- are you hurt? Oh-“ you stopped and looked around her, John was still there but what really confused you was that she looked not only completely fine, but that there were monitors with the room you were just in on them.

“Before you go allow me to explain,” John spoke up, “you my dear have been chosen to help revive humanity. What that was, was a test. You passed and now appreciate life. Amanda here did not know about you, however, she did make the trap. If you join us then, you too, can spread an appreciation for life.” Your eye twitched and you looked back and forth and back and forth and then collapsed.

Amanda ran to catch you, this was from blood loss and probably you finding out she was a serial killer as well as working with the man who now not only gave her trauma but you too.

You knew how fucked up that ordeal made her, you know how badly her nightmares still are. What you didn’t know was that even though she’s mentioned feeling more alive and slightly grateful that she herself would become the thing that she feared.

“She passed. I’m gonna patch her up, she just needs time,” Amanda sniffled, tears finally poured down her face. You were still here, she would never let you go again. She dragged you out of there and back to her room where all her medical supplies were, and she started to patch you up, kissing each stitch despite it getting her bloody too.

When she was done she laid you to rest and started to come up with things to say to beg you to stay when you inevitably break up with her. She doesn’t know if she can let you go but she realizes it’s ultimately your decision. She’s already hurt you so much.

Twenty minutes go by when you awake to Amanda holding your hand. Your eyes aren’t open but you desperately wish that none of that was real. The aching and stinging pain coursing through you was a dead giveaway that this was real. You peeled your eyes open to a greatfully dim room, Amanda’s room.

“Your awake,” she states.

“Were you gonna tell me if the Jigsaw killer didn’t put me in that situation?” You asked. She didn’t want to lie anymore

“No… but I wanted to forget about it myself. I just wanted to spread the message until John- the Jigsaw Killer died. I was gonna runaway with you so we could live happily. I would never miss a date night again and yeah, you wouldn’t have known about that but I couldn’t lose you. I never wanted this at all, I just didn’t want you to leave me. I will never ever hurt you again. I technically owe John my life and in the process of repaying him he treated me like a daughter more than anyone before. I know you know I’m sick but it’s so much worse than that, I care about you both so much. I would have gotten you out of there but the man who put you in there, Mark, would have killed you anyways. I know I am a sick person, I will never pay enough for this but please don’t leave me, please! You are the only thing that makes me feel normal and sane. You can leave when your better if you must. But if you are willing, we can work together, the idea is insane but you and I are proof that it works. I want to live life again and live it with you please.”

You look at her and your eyes gloss over, you have no idea what the hell to do but as much as you hate it she’s all you’ve got too. Everything is screaming at you to just run away to the hospital and get their asses arrested. Everything.

Except your heart.

You fought to live for her, you could have waited for death rather than living through this trauma but you fought to see her again and when that puppet told you she was here you had the exact same look of horror still plastered on Amanda’s face. He’s right and you know it, you want to live more. Maybe you’re more fucked up than originally thought.

“Okay” you say

She tilts her head afraid to ask you to continue so you do for her.

“I can’t leave you, but I don’t want to be a part of this idea for awhile,” you wince, “I need time to think that over but I know that after everything I still just wanna be held by you. I’ll stay…” you pause, “I don’t forgive you right now but if you ever lie to me again I will leave faster than that stupid puppet can wheel into a room. I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, but it’s going to take a bit till I can trust you again.”

She finally lets go of a breath she’s been holding in since she met you. You’re gonna stay with her even though you know everything and went through it.

You’re staying.

“Yes, now come on into the bed I’ve had an insanely long day.”

“Anything for you”, she replies, kissing you softer than ever before.

[countrymusiclover]

14 - Best Birthday Gift

Part 15

The Texas Tire Family

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams

Pushing open the bedroom door in our apartment I smiled brightly seeing that my husband was still peacefully asleep in our bed. He was doing his best to earn more money since Dale was getting tired of running his shop. I could tell that he was interested in opening up a tire shop since he was looking to work for Mandy’s dad. “Georgie, I have a surprise for you. Wake up sleepy head. I made some waffles.”

“Oh hey babe…you didn’t have to make me breakfast in bed.” He rolled over onto his side so he was facing me. His hair was a mess more than its usual curly mess and he still had his sleepy morning voice.

Sitting the tray down on the bed he scooted over where we could both sit on the bed. “Well I think that my husband and father to my two beautiful children should be treated well on his birthday. Especially when he is turning eighteen years old. That is a big deal.”

“Oh man I totally forgot. You are the best Y/n.” He sat upright starting to quickly dive into eating the waffles and bacon. Laying my head against his shoulder I smiled watching him for a few minutes. I would be turning eighteen in two months so then we would both be adults.

He turned his head holding out the fork feeding me a piece of waffle talking with his mouth full of food. “So what are we gonna do today. Movies or something?”

“I was thinking dinner at the Mexican place. I convinced Meemaw to make you some of your favorite foods for tomorrow night and let the kids help her make it. But tonight I want it to just be us.” I explained leaning forward pressing my lips onto his.

He moved his freehand up to rest against my cheek drawing me in closer to kiss him. He smiled, breaking it when we heard some tiny feet running towards our bedroom. “That sounds perfect, darlin’.”

“Hi daddy!” Aurora and Evelyn both giggled running inside climbing up onto the bed. The pair tackled their father in hugs and kisses almost every morning but this time they were longer since I said it was his birthday.

He made them both giggle and cackle their heads off when he tickled the crap out of them singing a song that he was taught as a child. “The stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of the Texas. The prairie sky is wide and hot deep in the heart of Texas…remember always four claps never three.” I smiled knowing that no matter how old they are we could never stay mad at them. Our girls would be our whole world.

“What exactly were you two thinking. Stealing the truck and driving through downtown!” I raised my voice at our two daughters sitting in the lobby chairs of where the guys worked at.

Aurora raised her hand trying to say something but she had nothing. “Mom I, we just wanted to see Uncle Sheldon and Aunt Amy.”

“So you didn’t think to wake us and up ask could we take you!” I shouted at her.

Evelyn jumped backwards in her chair whimpering at my raised tone. I never ever really yelled at them until right now. “You guys were too busy with the new baby…”

Georgie turned his head in our direction. He was leaning his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest frustrated with them. “Well that doesn’t excuse what you two did. You two aren’t allowed to watch tv for two weeks when we get back home and no random trips to Dairy Queen either. You both understand that?”

“I’ll ride back with Penny and Montana. I think it’s better if you have them with you.” Spinning around on my feet I crossed my arms over my chest. He nodded, staring down at me, handing me my jacket that I had thrown off terrified that they were injured when we first came inside.

Penny came inside from one of the doors waving to us when she walked up. “Hey, I can follow you guys home. You know, keep an eye on them if you want. That way you two aren’t worried about little Montana.”

“Uh thanks Penny. That’s great.” I responded following her outside watching our daughters climb in the backseat of her car. Georgie and I went to his truck with me carrying Montana in my arms. Shutting the passenger door with my right hand I cradled my son in my arm’s just watching him sleep like his daddy until what Eve said came back to my mind. “Do you think that Eve was right…that we are focusing too much on this little guy?”

Georgie sent me a look having one hand on the steering wheel. “In his defense he ain’t even one year old yet. So they have nothing to be jealous about.”

“Don’t act like you don’t think about it. Remember when growing up with Sheldon you and Missy always felt left out or ignored. I don’t want anything like that to happen to our girls.” Glancing in his direction we stopped at a red light where he rested his freehand to my cheek being able to tell it was worrying me.

“Hey, stop worrying about it. They are old enough to know that we have to give him extra attention right now since he is a baby. We won’t do what my parents did to them. I promise.” He vowed simply before we made the rest of the drive back to our place. The girls were sent off to their room leaving us alone laying in our bedroom watching Montana sleep in the crib.

Laying my head on Georgie’s chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Even though I am angry at them I can’t stay mad at them forever. Honestly we couldn’t even make it an hour without them on your birthday once.”

“You’re right about that, darlin’. He replied, kissing me gently where I ran one hand through his curly hair remembering his eighteenth birthday.

We entered the restaurant where I was wearing a dark green dress and a Jean jacket thrown over it. I had some ankle brown boots on it. Georgie had on some jeans with a red shirt and we had Connie watching the kids for us. “You really didn’t have to take me out tonight. Especially since we are having dinner with my family tomorrow.”

“Georgie, don’t worry. You deserve to have some fun on your birthday. You only turn eighteen once in your life so let me treat you.” I shrug my shoulders, forking some of his chimechonga since we decided to split just one.

He smiled, shoving some food in his mouth pointing the fork end at me. “It is weird though by this point Eve would have been starting a food fight.”

“Oh right. Remember the time when Aurora decided to stick the cheese sticks in her mouth and pretended to be a walrus. I almost spit out my food that night.”

Georgie snorted, picturing the memory. “The victory dances that they would do when they managed to beat us at bowling when they can use the bumpers…huh crap Y/n. I think we have to head home.”

“You’re missing them too don’t you?” He nodded to my question where I grabbed my coat following him toward the door throwing some money down on the table. He pushed open the door to Meemaw’s house seeing that the girls were passed out under some blankets on the couch meaning that his meemaw was asleep in her own room.

He leaned his elbows on the back of the couch smiling down at the little angels. “Thank you for taking me out for Mexican. But I just want to stay right here. These two make my birthday great.” He kissed me slowly and I smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too and happy birthday.” Laying my head on his shoulder I smiled Intertwining our hands together. “They really are the best thing to ever happen to you and me.”

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[clouds-of-wings]

Ugh, Missy has to "take over" and "step up" and "play the mommy role" and everyone's acting like it's cute when she's actually getting parentified to hell and back. I already wrote last season about how Missy bears the brunt of all the dysfunction in the family, but now it's reaching an entirely different level. Why does a 13 year old have to play the mommy? Dad can't do it? Grandma can't do it? Even Mandy, who's 30, can't do it? No, the youngest non-baby in the house has to shoulder all the responsibility so everyone else can keep being immature and childish. And don't tell me they're all just broken up about the tornado. First of all, Missy is probably just as stressed by it as everyone else except for Connie, and secondly - they knew well in advance Mary was going away. Did they not make plans for who was going to do the work of the woman who single-handedly kept the house tidy, kept everyone fed, decided all disputes and made everyone do their chores?

I'm (obviously) not saying she should not be expected to help out in the household and pick up some of her mother's chores (as should everyone else), but the way she has to basically do everything, coordinate everything and force everyone else to help her isn't good. Also, the whole thing would be a lot less bad if all the emotional tension in the family weren't an element in the plot. A teen girl doing more in the household than normal for a few months isn't that bad. A teen girl who already keeps apologizing for having emotions, who is already struggling with the family situation, having to coordinate the household of the people who refuse to give her any care is bad. At the very least they should have distributed the tasks in advance, when Mary was still there.

The thing is, just like Missy's arc last season, this is a very realistic way for things to progress in a family that's falling apart - all the emotional and organizational burden is being shouldered by the only daughter. Mary is well-established as caring mostly about Sheldon, George is well-established as the stereotypical sitcom dad who has a good heart when it's easy but tries to get out of household work whenever he can, to have as few responsibilities as possible, only being forced to cosplay an adult by his boss and his wife. Missy, as I said in my other post, is established to be perceptive, sensitive and socially attuned and it makes total sense that she would slip naturally into the mommy role when no one else picks up the slack. What bothers me is how this is portrayed as cute or natural. Missy is 13 and has enough problems already. Life forcing her to take care of people who don't seem to give a shit about her - and just to point this out once more, everyone except for the baby is WAY older than she is - will make things even worse for her.

Narrator Sheldon said last season that Missy kept sneaking out at night that summer despite promising not to, that she secretly got a piercing - her life is very taxing for her, no one shows her any care or understanding and having to take over all household duties on top of that is breaking her emotional back.

Really, I will link the parentification thing once more just so that maybe 1% instead of 0.5% of people click it.

[urapunk]

This feels insanely humiliating to post bc I have no clue if I'm doing aomething wrong or not, but like, have my bully oc!

Bruna Rodrigues!!

😁😁 (and maybe- just maybe if someone decided to draw her please lmk..... kicks feet) also sorry for any spelling errors!!

Brazilian! What pretty much everyone at bullworth knows her for is being brazilian, always asking her to speak 'Brazilian', and it confuses her until she realizes they mean portuguese. She tries not to roll her eyes when the idiots of bullworth ask how to say things in her native tongue, and she'll usually just insult their mother in portuguese and tell them that's how they say it.

Would die if ANYONE knew what she liked. What do you mean she likes Siouxsie and The Banshees? No she doesnt, shut up!/j. She adores lots of bands, but also loves mainstream. But enoigh about that, now more of her and not just her music likes.

She's Mandy's unknowing competition; and by competition, their drama started when Bruna waved at Ted in the halls. Mandy wouldnt care if it was someone like Christy, or Angie, but it was Bruna, someone that mandy just.. Felt compelled to not like. It's confusing, but if Bruna knew that Mandy hated her then she'd hate her right back, big deal, shrug.

And to the middle of this all, personality!! Not particularly mean, but not nice either. WILL point out your shoes or jacket and say nothing more, but wouldnt go as far to say 'hey my friend likes you!', or 'hey are you my best friend?' In the snakey manner, And stuff like that. She had been through too much of that in her own time, and she found it annoying watching it happen. She's no saint, and she's no demon!

When it comes to crushes she really is a saint though, too busy to even point out things that arent to her standards when all she sees IS her standards. Had a massive crush on the mascot 'until' finding out it was Constantinos. (Laughed awkwardly when the jocks bullied him as the mascot head fell off. That wad how she unfortunately found out.) Was still pining for him after. She just has a thing for guys who are so ugly they're cute.

Helpful, totally. Need a pen? Take it! Her lunch? Ofcourse! Her first son? Go right ahead!

The girls always search for her in the locker room when they need something, whether its a shirt, tissues, or a pad, she has it and is willing to give it up.

I might make more posts about her but with this one already giving me anxiety from people seeing it, it might be a while until i do lol 😭

[writersmilex]

Sapphire Earrings

Larry "Peanut" Romano X Fem | Preppy | Reader

Summary: (Y/n) lost her very sentimental Sapphire earrings and a secret friend is willing to help her find them. ______________________________________

She just really, really wants to wear them. The prettiest earrings she has. And the best thing is, that it matches her Aquaberry uniform! And even the rest of her elegant jewellery. But, there is one thing, those beautiful Sapphire earrings are a family heirloom, once owned by all the women in the (L/n) family before her. If anything were to happen to these earrings, her mother would surely break her legs. She'll have to be extra careful then!

"Those Earrings look really cute, (Y/n)!" Pinky, (Y/n)'s best friend compliments the jewellery. (Y/n) beams at the compliment, "Thanks, It looks great!" She admires the blue gems in her small hand mirror. "They're family heirlooms." She brags a little, the gems match the Sapphire necklace that your mother got you for Christmas. "I should totally ask my daddy to get me Sapphires." Pinky comments, "Then we can match outfits." she explains, and (Y/n) smiles at her. That sounds like fun, but (Y/n) still has to be careful, if she loses these precious jewels she'll surely disappoint her mother, and even her grandmother. And all her ancestors!

After showing out their outfits for today, (Y/n) and Pinky make their way to the gymnasium to join the other girls in the locker room to get ready to change. "Nice Earrings, (Y/n)." Mandy compliments in an overly sugarcoated tone as she glances at the shimmering gems that (Y/n) takes out of her ears as gently as possible. It's time for cheerleading practice, and (Y/n) really shouldn't be wearing them while jumping around.

"Come on! (Y/n)!" Pinky shouts from outside the girls' locker room, "Coming!" (Y/n) calls back and rushes over to her best friend without closing her locker, leaving her clothes and trinkets out in the open. And those precious gems are out in the open as well... ~~~~ The best friends giggle among each other, gossiping about how the Jock was totally checking them out while practising. Upon entering the girls' locker room again, (Y/n) notice that her locker is open, that sight causes her to get slightly nervous, as any person would upon seeing that. "Oh no, I forgot to close my locker. Thanks for distracting me, Pinky!" (Y/n) is almost too quick to blame her best friend. "Don't blame me! You should look after your stuff!" Pinky shoots back snarkily. (Y/n) goes through her things to ensure that everything she owns is still here, and almost everything is there. Only one thing that is missing, the one thing that (Y/n) had feared would easily be stolen if they ever were in public. And when she doesn't find the objects she is looking for, her face turns pale. "Oh no, no no no! Oh my God, NO!" (Y/n) panics as she can't find the precious earrings. "What is it?" Pinky rushes over in a panic and worries for her friend. "The earrings, They're gone!" (Y/n) sinks to her knees dramatically, "No! My parents are going to kill me!" She is nearly in tears. Pinky tries to comfort (Y/n), rubbing her hand over her back. "Don't panic, (Y/n). We'll get them back," she says, although it doesn't seem to work much. ~~~~ (Y/n) has been stressed out ever since the gems when missing, her best friend has been beside her to try and console her this whole time. Sitting outside on a bench, (Y/n) has her elbow on her knees, her head in her hands. This is a disaster, now she surely won't have any access to her trust fund now! "I'm so done for..." She sulks and presses her face in her hands, hoping it could make her disappear from the world. Her parents and grandmother will have her head for losing those earrings that have been in the family for 6 generations. "We'll find them, (Y/n). Don't worry!"  Pinky is slightly losing hope herself, those precious gems, anyone could have taken them. "What's going on here?" A New voice joins in, causing both girls to look up in surprise. It's Peanut, standing there rather awkwardly with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He looks rather concerned, seeing (Y/n) so upset like that. "Move along, Greasball." Pinky hisses at the Greaser, keeping a protective arm around her best friend. "I just wanna know what happened." Peanut defends himself and shrugs. (Y/n) lets out a sad sigh, running a hand through her now messy hair that is usually styled. "oh, Peanut. It's a disaster!" she stands up, "I lost my Sapphire earring! It's horrible." And her face is in her hands again, muffing a frustrated groan. "You're upset about some earrings? Just get new ones- oh!" Peanut is cut off guard when (Y/n) grabs him by the lapels of his jacket and shakes him roughly. "You don't understand, Larry!" she pulls him close to her, face to face. "Those were real Sapphire earrings! They were family heirlooms, my great-grandmother looks down at me!" (Y/n) hisses right in his face, before pressing her face in his chest and sobbing. Peanut is left speechless at the rather pathetic display. Looking down at (Y/n) leaving stains on his shirt, he pats her head awkwardly. "ah, don't cry, (Y/n). I'll get your earrings back." he says to try and comfort her. (Y/n)'s head shot up from his shirt. Looking him in the eye, "Really!? You'll help look for them for me?" she asks, her eyes showing newfound hope. Peanut is not sure what he is getting himself into this time, but he nods anyway, he likes seeing his Preppy friend happy. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" (Y/n) then hugs Peanut around his shoulders and quickly lets go of him before Peanut could react. The two girls rush off, seemingly to look for (Y/n) jewellery. ~~~~

Jimmy is walking around the school looking for something to do. Somewhere in the grass, he finds The Greasers' second-in-command kneeling, presumably looking for something. "What are you doing?" Jimmy asks with amusement to see a Greaser searching through the grass like this. Peanut looks up and then stands up, dusting up his pants. "Uh... I'm looking for (Y/n)'s Sapphire Earrings," he explains, looking down and gesturing at the grass. "That Preppy girl?" Jimmy questions, Peanut confirms with a sharp nod. "why doesn't she just get new ones?" Jimmy wonders out loud with a nonchalant shrug. ''That's the thing, man." Peanut adds and walks up to Jimmy to talk to him. "Those earrings are like, heirlooms or something. And she said her parents will have her head if she loses them. And I'm gonna find them so she'll like me!" peanut confesses honestly. "Wow, A Greaser and a Preppy. Romantic..." Jimmy chuckles and is about to walk away, but not before the Greaser snatches him by the arm. "You gotta help me, man! Please!" Peanut almost begs. Who knew that looking for expensive jewellery would be so hard? "Alright, fine. I'll help..." Jimmy agrees reluctantly, causing Peanut to beam at him. "Awh, thanks, man! You're a real life-saver!" Then he turns back to his search. Jimmy walked away to start his own search for some jewellery from some rich girl. Sapphires weren't they? Jimmy started asking around for the earrings, mostly the girls. And the best lead so far is the one he got from Christy Martin. "I saw Mandy snatch them, when (Y/n) accidentally left her locker open. Why should she steal such sentimental stuff like that? It's just wrong!" She said to him. Jimmy already had a pretty good idea of what happened to the jewellery, Mandy took them. And now he has to take them back from her to give to Peanut, so Peanut can give them (Y/n) and woo her or something. Jimmy found those earrings in Mandy's locker in the main building, damn thief... After Stealing the Earrings back, Jimmy returns to Peanut. "I got your Earrings!" Jimmy announces himself loudly and throws the jewellery in the Greaser's direction. Peanut could catch the Sapphires just in time, scrambling to get a good grasp of them. They are indeed Sapphire earrings, decorated with pearls and smaller diamonds, they feel old and fragile, Jimmy really shouldn't have thrown them. "Thanks for helping me man, Here is a little something for ya." Peanut pressed 50 dollars in Jimmy's palm, and he is to make sure to spread the good word about him to the other Greasers. Right now he needs to return the earrings to (Y/n), he is sure that she'll be over the moon once she sees her precious gems again. ~~~~ (Y/n) simply cannot calm down, walking back and forth in front of the Harrington house and biting her usual manicured nails until she nearly has no nails anymore. She'll have to get new nail polish later. Peanut got a sharp glare from Bif as he approached the rich kids' house, Bif made a gesture that he is watching the Greaser while he is there and will not hesitate to pummel him if he tries anything. The Greaser does his best to ignore the threat to resume his goal. "Hey, (Y/n)!" He calls to the Prep girl once he sees her. (Y/n) stops pacing and makes eye contact with Peanut, smiling at him and walking up to meet him halfway. "Did you find them? Please tell me you did!" (Y/n) begs, paranoia evident in her voice. Peanut only smiles at her, then digs in his pocket. "Are these yours?" He asks in a playful tone and reveals the Sapphire gems in his palm. (Y/n) lets out a surprised yelp and snatches the earrings from the Greaser, inspecting them and quickly pocketing them herself. "Oh my gosh! Larry, you're the best!" She jumps for joy and then wraps her arms around his neck in a grateful hug, squeezing him tight. Peanut laughs surprised and returns the embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist. This is exactly what he had hoped for, being praised by (Y/n) for pleasing her. "Thank you so much! You're amazing!" (Y/n) beams at the Greaser. Peanut grows a little flustered at the praise. Surely now, he got a little closer to wooing the cutest Preppy girl in school. _______________________________________ This one took a little longer than expected. This is all my fault since I was procrastinating on this one, but it's finished now so I can work on the rest of these. Thanks for reading❤️ - Smilex🙂

[lousirs]

ok more of a debate but I think that the scene where the spy girls find out Lou is a prototype is some what significant.

So from rough memory I'm gonna just briefly explain what happened. Tuesday is still kinda ditsy about the whole thing, her main focus is on whether that's a bad thing. Lydia doesn't seem very fazed but still shocked to an extent. BUT (to me at least) Kitty seems kind of uncomfortable. She's clearly seen kind of backing away.

I think Kitty felt uncomfortable because she felt lied and betrayed to. Well I mean yea obviously all of them would have felt like that but she seemed to be the most loyal to him in a way. Yes, Tuesday and Lydia were too, but Tuesday was mostly distracted by Lou's charms and good looks, Lydia seemed to be kind of meh about it. But Kitty seemed the most dedicated to him? Like this guy she works for turns out to be a fake? everyone's shocked yea, but based on her body language she seemed extremely uncomfortable and disturbed.

Maybe it just clicked in her head faster that Lou literally manipulated all of them to think that the uglydolls were bad. Probably most heavy on the spy girls because they did Lou's dirty work in sabotaging them and all that. Also another piece of evidence I have to support the fact that Kitty was the most loyal to Lou is that she was not easily distracted. Like when they first say Ox, Lydia was about to start talking about how she loved bunnies while Kitty was focused on the main goal.

There's so much other things I have to say but I CANT REMEMBER

This is probably just me digging in too deep lol but this movie has a chokehold on me 💋💋💋

ooh that's interesting... also yay i get to talk about my favourites (kitty and lou)

stuff under the cut, i feel like i'm going to ramble A LOT (we gotta love digging in too deep into some silly kids film WEEEEE)

i just rewatched the scene, and yeah i totally see that. i first thought that kitty was uncomfortable cause lou said he was a prototype (which seems like the dolls consider it a bad thing) and called them all "sycophants", but even before that she's got her eyebrows furrowed and her body language is closed in and kinda on the defensive.

i personally feel like the girls have been working for lou for years, as that would make sense as to why they would feel so betrayed by lou. if they were new dolls, they wouldn't care as much, just like the other prettydolls.

i was thinking that perhaps lou wanted a message man (or rather spy) of sorts. sure, he has the robots, but they were there to assist in training only. he wanted a doll to do more dirty work, like spying and receiving information (e.g. learning about gossip etc) so he could gain more power and influence over the other dolls. so, he hired kitty (perhaps since he noticed how strategic and calculated kitty is through her training etc). and since kitty was friends with lydia and tuesday, and was probably inseparable from them, lou hired the three of them. that would make more sense if lydia and tuesday just tagged along for their friend since, and as you said, kitty normally is the one to take action whilst tuesday and lydia are normally distracted.

...but whilst on this topic, i'd like to bring up another thing. i suppose that, yeah, the moments after the gauntlet do show a turning point in the spy girls' (and especially kitty's) trust towards lou, as well as when lou says something along the lines of "and if you think that you're going to take that away from me, you're just as empty-headed as the rest of them".

but there's another moment when you see kitty's trust waver. when lou breaks mandy's glasses.

mandy is obviously devastated, but look at kitty! the other spy girls seem unbothered, but kitty seems upset. and i don't think it's because of lou breaking mandy's glasses, as she was still smugly grinning as lou took them off and smashed them, but she's rather upset over mandy's devastated expression. it seems like kitty genuinely cares about mandy, and seeing her upset makes kitty upset too.

so i think that lou, kitty and mandy all had a close bond. and in this moment, kitty is probably internally debating which side she's on, because she seems to care about both lou and mandy.

on a side note, another moment where kitty seems to care about mandy is trying to get her to join in with the girls' conversation when they first appear.

it's a small gesture, but it seems like mandy is the outsider of the group, and kitty is trying to get her to be more involved. how sweet <3

back to the recycling scene, kitty expresses regret in this shot too. tuesday is like "uhh what just happened", lydia is like "HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT" and kitty is genuinely rethinking EVERYTHING. it looks like she's almost reaching out, thinking about holding lou back to stop him. i doubt the spy girls have seen lou go to such lengths before, as recycling was only recently opened up again. so seeing this must be such a shock to kitty, and probably made her uncomfortable of lou after that point.

[zhoras-bitch]

Chiming into the UT/UB discussion with my two cents.

The reason I didn't like UT is because its whole conflict felt so very artificial. They push these ideas, but the story gives me no reason to believe them.

The story tries to push MC and Kit's relationship as a forbidden romance, but the only thing that makes it forbidden is that Austin will throw a temper tantrum when he finds out about MC and Kit. As trashy as affair books like TNA, FCL, and TBB are, at least the MC and LIs' relationships actually feel forbidden.

They try to say MC and Kit's relationship affects the ranch, but the story gave me no reason to believe that.

They try to push Kit as a heartbreaker and a player, hence Austin trying to "protect" MC from them, but all we ever get is two scenes of fangirls/fanboys flocking around Kit, with Kit being totally unresponsive (on that note, I personally found Kit to be textbook definition of a personality-less customizable LI).

They try to give MC and Austin this backstory about their parents passing away when they were young, hence Austin's overprotectiveness and infantilization of MC, but it felt very poorly set up compared to MC backstories/traumas like the ones in ACOR and ILITW. They just kind of throw the background details at you and expect you to roll with it. Also, was MC being set with having a business major even all that important?

Heck, it didn't even feel all that sexually charged to me outside of the CGs, despite being a "17+ sexy" book. I generally hate PB's style of smut writing but at least books like TNA and Surrender and Witness are interesting in that their smut is fun to mock. UT just had me either bored out of my mind or frustratedly yelling at my phone.

There's also a point that a lot of people have brought up, where the whole "older brother protects younger sibling from their player friend" is supposedly meant for wlm and doesn't make sense otherwise. In a mlw route, that attitude would come off as slut-shamey; and in a mlm or wlw route, it'd come off as homophobic. These can be interesting concepts to explore, but the story doesn't acknowledge them. Though I'm not fully sure how I feel about that aspect, so do with it what you will. Though even as someone who likes to see gender-reversals of typical cisheteronormative relationship tropes (hence why I generally play GOC LI stories with a mlw route when I can), this book still felt incredibly flat to me.

Now I haven't started UB yet, but I do think that part of what appeals to me is Mandy being a LI. And not just in the aspect of having two non-GOC LIs. Despite Mandy veering dangerously close into the stereotypical "girly girl talk best friend that only exists to validate your feelings for LI and be your walking wardrobe" back in UT, she was actually the only prominent character I found remotely likeable. Like, the only one I felt was able to bring some degree of common sense to the table while Austin was acting like Caillou over MC and Kit's relationship.

So seeing her return as a LI is pretty awesome. Buuuuuuut like someone else said, it is weird that they did this despite hinting towards Mandy/Austin at the end of UT. Like, why not a throuple relationship between MC and Mandy and Austin? I mean, as much as I hated Austin, that still would have been pretty interesting.

One last thing I will say though. Outside of Mandy... I'm not sure what connection UB and UT are even meant to have with each other. IIRC, PB even admitted that they couldn't be bothered to include the option to transfer data from UT to UB, hence why people were getting Kits and MCs in UB that didn't match the ones they chose. I'm gonna hazard a guess that even HSS:CA has more to do with OG HSS than UB has to do with UT. Not that UT had a lot going for it anyways, but you get the idea.

Sorry for the long post, but yeah these are pretty much my thoughts.

I somewhat agree. I think that UT conflict works in theory, but there are a bunch of issues with the book's implementation that make it hard for some readers to feel invested and even plot points that seem to work against it, thus lowering the stakes. I'll try to keep it as short as possible, but here are my thoughts:

The story would work better if MC was in high school. I understand that they wanted to write smut, and that's why they couldn't do it. But narratively, 'My parental figure doesn't approve of my crush' is 1) very juvenile 2) works better when the parental figure actually has legal power and authority over MC. But when MC is a 20 something adult it's like. Girl (gn) you can do whatever you want, what's Austin gonna do about it? Get mad?

Austin and MC’s relationship should've been a bigger focus since it's essentially the main conflict of the book. Specifically I wish we saw more of Austin's loving side, saw how much he did for MC and grown to care about him the way MC does. That's another reason to set the story earlier too. That way we could've seen more of the aftermath of their parents dying, MC relying on Austin more as their caregiver and their only living relative and him fighting tooth and nail to protect his sibling. Without that emotional investment Austin is just some asshole, and it's really unclear as to why I as a reader should care about hurting his feelings.

Kit should've been more problematic. I agree with your point about how them being a player is stated but never really shown. I guess they were too afraid to make them unlikeable, but you have to give Austin a legitimate reason to be against their relationship with MC. Give them and Austin a sour past. Or make them wear a leather jacket. Just something that would scream 'trouble' to an overprotective older brother.

Finally, the resolution of the whole Austin and MC's conflict felt a little too... easy to me? I wish MC could call out the problematic side of Austin's behaviour more overtly, Austin reflect and meaningfully change, and them both come together as a family again.

(Typing this all out, I now honestly want a retelling of UT with highschooler MC, which is set shortly after their parent's death and centers largely around MC's relationship with Austin and his struggle to keep custody of their sibling without letting the family ranch completely fall apart.)

As for Unbridled, I think it's pretty obvious what they were trying to do. They saw UT was successful, so they wanted to capture that audience again with a sequel. But UT had no more story to tell, hence the spin-off. So to answer your question, the connection between UB and UT is literally just smut+cowboys+grumpy ML. Mandy is really only there to tie these books together so that they can market it under the same brand and (hopefully) pull in the same audience again. Which makes it doubly funny that UT fans seem to hate UB and vice versa.

Maybe they did plan to make UB about Mandy and Austin initially and then back paddled when they saw that a lot of people didn't really like Austin all that much? It's kind of a conspiracy theory, but it is funny to think about. It does make the entire Austin and Mandy plot line in UT essentially irrelevant, which is objectively not very good writing. But I didn't like Austin, so I'll take it.